Guan Qi stood on the shattered Abyss Realm in a daze, like a living corpse.
Looking back to those bygone years, how glorious had the Pure Yang Continent been? It had been a top-tier civilization that looked down upon countless others, where heroes gathered and strength knew no bounds, with Emperor Realm experts emerging one after another!
The calamity that had occurred five million years ago was exceedingly bizarre. It could only be called a sudden incident.
Deep within the Pure Yang Continent, an unimaginable supreme treasure had been born, making every top-tier civilization green with envy. Before long, outright warfare had broken out.
Countless invaders had descended upon the Pure Yang Continent. The flames of war had ignited, Emperor Realm giants had fought for their lives, and billions of living beings had died...
Such a blazing war had been far too cruel. The damage it inflicted upon those at the bottom was even more brutal.
Guan Qi, a quasi-Emperor, had been powerless to join the battle. If he had not been the future heir of the North Sea Civilization and cherished by the Civilization Source, he would not have survived either.
In the end, amid a sky filled with Blood Mist, the top experts of the Pure Yang Continent had sacrificed themselves, releasing a terrifying radiance of civilization. They had led the Pure Yang Continent on a long flight through the ages, far from the core of the Great Universe and into the desolate cosmos...
In that battle, the Pure Yang Continent had essentially been wiped out.
In the years that followed, the surviving sparks of civilization had been rekindled, and civilization had chosen to forget its hatred.
They simply could not fight back. The civilizations of the entire era-spanning universe had been hunting the Pure Yang Continent. There